Eclipse Of The Moon ~ Book 1 of Aaron
Chapter 60
Naughty Shopping

Saturday 13 November 2004

"Kneel on the floor and strip. I won't ask a third time," Ivan growls.

Yes, it's already the second time he is asking, and the man isn't used to hesitation on my side. I have become a good Submissive who always complies with orders right away; whichever the situation is. That's because I have come to trust Ivan and I know he would never take me beyond my limits.

We are at the back of his huge Sedan right now, going for a shopping day, and since we're going to do some of it in places where it's difficult to park, Anton offered to drive us. We scarcely get to see him at the Hell Fire anymore unless he visits for meetings with his team or when his bi-curious side resurfaces and he wants to fuck a twink.

The partition window is down, allowing our chauffeur to see what is going on in the rearview mirror, which is why I'm still sitting on the backseat. Yes, Anton has seen Ivan fuck me many times, and the tinted windows wouldn't let anyone outside see me, but all the same, it's a bit embarrassing.

I believe my submission is also beginning to wear its toll on me; in fact, it has for quite a while now. I am getting tired of this submissive role, and although I promised myself it wouldn't carry on after the end of the year, I doubt I will be able to hang on until the deadline. Next Monday, it will be one year since I signed the contract with Ivan. One year of submission. One year of him and other Doms pounding into my ass.

Enough is enough.

A rumble of anger echoing beside me has my brain connect with my muscles, though, and I find myself stripping off my shoes, jeans, hoodie, tee-shirt and boxer briefs before I shift to kneel between his legs. If he wants a blowjob, I could have done it with my clothes on... unless he wants my ass again. Shit! Is that why he asked me to do my enema before we left home? I thought it was because we might have some kinky sex in restrooms at lunchtime...

"Jack off."

This next order has my cock jerk up a bit despite its near-flaccid state, and it quickly swells as the fingers of my left hand wrap around my member and start stroking it. Facing away from Anton, I can ignore his presence more easily and it's not long before my cock oozes with precum. The lust in Ivan's eyes as he stares at my moves doesn't help and a little moan even escapes my mouth as I get close to my climax.

"Please..." I beg.

"Turn around and present," he then orders sternly.

Yeah... That would have been too good...

Spinning on my knees, I prop my butt up and rest my head on my forearms. For several minutes, Ivan remains silent, probably just observing my pucker twitch.

"Suck your middle finger and push it up your ass," he eventually instructs with a husky voice.

How about I push it up yours?

Unfortunately, that's only in my dreams, so I cautiously coat my left middle finger with saliva and reaching between my parted legs, I ease it inside my hole, biting my lower lip to contain my moan.

"Thrust in and out, Pet. And make circular moves to stretch your ring of muscles... yes, like this... open it up..."

As I imagine what he is witnessing, guessing that it must turn him on, my cock leaks a little more and the string of gluey precum almost reaches the floor of the car. I startle a bit as a cold substance hits the crack of my ass, making it even easier to slip in and out.

"Add your index finger, Pet. And you'd better hurry up stretching this hole cause we're almost at our first destination," he groans, so I apply myself to scissor my hole. "Add your ring finger too..."

"Ngh... please..."

"Needless to beg, Pet, you won't come now."

Fuck!!! Is this only about edging me?

"Enough. Let me see that gaping hole... Perfect... Don't move."

I hear him shuffle behind me and before I know it, a fairly sized plug is shoved up my ass and the excess of lube wiped. Ivan makes it swirl within me for a few seconds, insisting on my sweet spot, and making me whine.

"You can dress back," he then orders with a sharp smack on my backside.

Edging it is, then...

Once back in my clothes and after I have used a baby wipe to clean my fingers, I cautiously sit back beside him, avoiding looking in the rearview mirror, and wince from the stimulation in my rectum. Thankfully – or not as I might discover soon – Anton double-parks on Rodeo Drive.

"Thanks, Anton. We'll meet in three hours further up the street."

"No problem, have fun," Anton replies in a smug tone that makes me roll my eyes and earn a slap on my backside.

"Hey, leave my butt alone," I grumble as I pull out of the car.

"I beg your pardon?"

"It's just having enough stimulation as it is inside and doesn't need more with a spank," I sigh.

Leaning to the side as we start walking, Ivan grabs the nape of my neck and pulls me toward his mouth.

"Your ass is mine to treat as I want. It's mine to stimulate. It's mine to spank. It's mine to fuck. Clear?" he whispers in my ear.

"Yes, Master," I reply resignedly, suppressing a sigh, as we step into the Louis Vuitton shop.

Right, I won't get anything in there because this is not my style, but I must admit that the shop is beautiful. The modern appearance of the building had to catch my eyes again even though it's not my first time on Rodeo Drive, but the interior looks even better with its arched ceilings and warm decoration. Ivan just gets himself a new belt and minutes later, we are in the next shop across Dayton Way. The British brand Burberry also has a wonderful store – I think they all do in this area... – and their collections suit me a bit better, but in the end, I don't like any of the suits Ivan makes me try. Not that I need more than the few useless he already got me in the past, but he just loves seeing me try them.

I don't...

I hate shopping, so I guess the afternoon is going to be a pain in my ass for many reasons. Is it any use clarifying that Ivan complicates things by occasionally brushing my erection to keep it hard and that each time I bend over to pull on slacks, the plug in my ass shifts to rub my prostate?

"Lower your briefs, Pet."

We are now in the Yves Saint Laurent store and I was just about to try a new pair of pants in one of the fitting rooms, with the door shut obviously, so Ivan's voice suddenly echoing has me startle a bit. He is standing by the entrance of the large cabin with the door barely ajar, a lustful smirk displaying on his face.

Ugh... For fuck's sake... Not in one of those luxury shops!

And why not, Ron? Sex in a shop sounds hot...

Standing against the back wall and facing Ivan, I pull my boxer briefs down to my knees and sensually gaze at him, glad to see his eyes darken as he stares at my crotch.

"Stroke this beautiful rod, Pet," he whispers.

Well, we are not totally alone in this area, so I wrap my fingers around my cock and begin to slowly jack off, biting my lips to avoid emitting incriminating sounds.

"Faster."

Jeez! With all the previous edging, the fire builds quickly in my groin, making it hard to contain my orgasm.

"Turn around and bend over... Part your ass cheeks, I want to see the handle... Mmm... Nice... Thrust it in and out a few times... So beautiful..."

"These might be a better fit, Mr. Vargas!" the saleslady's voice suddenly echoes, freezing me on the spot. "This is from our new collection and the cut is quite different."

"Oh, indeed!" Ivan cheers as he steps out and shuts the door again. "I'll have him try them too. Thank you."

I barely have time to shove the plug back in and pull my briefs up before Ivan reopens the door and hands me a new of pair of dark blue slacks, smirking at me before he draws back. Rolling my eyes, I try on the new pair of trousers and to my utter dismay, they are really tight. Much tighter than usually fitted slacks for business suits.

"Please let us have a look, Aaron," Ivan calls out a minute later.

Of fucking course... with my huge hard-on straining blatantly against the fabric of the pants.

With a sigh, I step out of the cabin and try not to laugh at the young lady's gawking eyes focused on my middle section. It could be embarrassing, but her face is just too funny. Her cheeks turn to a brighter shade of pink and when she eventually detaches her gaze from my crotch, she can only stutter her appraisal, saying that the slacks are indeed a perfect fit. Her attitude becomes a little bolder as she makes me turn around and she even dares a light brush of her fingers against my backside.

Perhaps she thinks she is the source of my arousal?

It seems like that's what it is, which earns us a good laugh when we eventually leave a bit later. Her flirting is just too obvious, and she even slips a small piece of paper in my hand while Ivan is paying for our purchases. She probably thinks he is my father. When I show him the paper upon heading away from the check-out counter, Ivan smirks and rests a hand over my backside to openly grope one of my buttocks as we walk out, both of us laughing while imagining her face.

Anyway, Ivan keeps dragging me along Rodeo Street, visiting shop after shop that I would have never dared to step in on my own. Prada, Roberto Cavalli, Bvlgar, Channel, Versace, Hermès, Ralph Lauren, Lacoste, Zadig & Voltaire, Brooks Brothers to name but a few. I also get a haircut at one of those hair stylists' and that's probably the only part I enjoy.

Having worked out a lot over the past year and gained thicker muscles, most of my regular clothes have become too tight and although Ivan likes to see my thighs and butt nicely held in my pants, he decides that I also need new jeans, so we end up in the Guess? store, which is much more crowded that the high-end ones we visited first and obviously matches my tastes better. Once I have selected a few pairs of jeans and tee-shirts, Ivan follows me to the changing area and patiently waits while I try on all these clothes.

I am standing in my boxer briefs and socks, about to put on the fourth pair of jeans when Ivan suddenly steps into my cabin and cautiously pulls the curtain closed. The lust gleaming in his eyes screams that I'm in for more edging, and I take comfort in the fact that the music is blasting from the speakers and that the customers are very noisy.

"Take off your briefs."

Yeah, there's definitely more edging coming my way. As I hang the precum-impregnated underwear on one of the hooks, Ivan grabs it and squints at me while twisting the briefs into a rough ball.

"Open your mouth, Pet," he whispers, and as I do so, he quickly fills my cavern with most of the fabric. "Turn around and bend over that stool now."

His low voice gives even more huskiness to his tone, and I just can't resist the order. If only he'd let me jack off and get some release! I decipher a deep rumble echoing from his chest as he begins to play with the toy, pulling it in and out at a slow pace and making me squirm from the sensations. Fuck! We're surrounded by a lot of people and this is actually very exciting.

The sound of a zipper being pulled down has me tense a bit, though.

No... He won't dare... Not in public...

And yet, seconds later, the plug is retrieved from my ass and his rubber-protected cock pokes at my entrance.

"You'd better be quiet and jack off fast, Pet. I won't be long, and you may come whenever you're ready."

Without further warning, Ivan firmly grips my hips and slams balls deep inside of me. I'm grateful for my boxer briefs to muffle the inevitable yelp of surprise I can't contain.

"Brace yourself, Pet. It'll be rough," he warns me after barely a few seconds of adjusting to his thickness.

The next thing I know, Ivan kicks my inner ankles to spread my legs further and starts a very skilled pounding that doesn't fail to torment my prostate with each of his thrusts. Holy me... I can't believe we're doing this in a fitting room. This is just too hot, and I don't even have time to reach for my own hardness that my cock unloads several streams of semen that land on the floor. My orgasm is so powerful that I can't help a few moans and my ring of muscles squeezes Ivan's rod so strongly that he immediately reaches his climax, letting out a low groan of pleasure.

Fuck... That felt good!

As he pulls out, Ivan shoves the plug back in, making me grunt in frustration, and allows me to lean back up and turn around. I watch him remove his condom, tie it with a knot and slip it inside one of the small pockets of his small shoulder bag before he cups a few drops of semen leaking from my shaft and brings them to his lips.

"Mmm... Delicious..." he purrs as he retrieves my boxer briefs and helps me to put them back on.

"Master..." I whisper. "Do you have tissues?" I ask, nodding at the mess on the floor.

"Nope, but you have a tongue," he replies smugly.

"You mean..."

"I mean I want to see you drop to your knees and lick the mess clean."

"Noooo..." I breathe out, stunned by his seriousness.

"NOW, PET!" he whisper-growls, pushing on my shoulders.

The floating wooden boards don't look dirty, so it makes the task at hand a little less disgusting than it could be and I eventually comply with his order, licking all my saltiness from the floor until there's no incriminating evidence left. Happy with the result, Ivan eventually pulls out a small bottle of his favorite cologne to spray it once inside the cabin and steps out, ordering me to meet him at the check-out counter as soon as possible.

Jeez... Will he ever stop amazing me with his wild imagination and kinky urges? Not that I mind because I have become as eager for sex as he is, and I do learn a lot from him, but all the same, he has a knack for leaving me on wobbling knees and breathing heavily. I quickly grab myself together and once I'm done trying the rest of the clothes, I hurry to dress back, select the items I really want and meet Ivan who pays for everything despite my protest.

Having worked fulltime last summer and with one weekly shift at the Hell Fire on Friday evenings, I have been able to save a bit money since he never lets me pay for anything, so I could use my own credit card, but a simple glare in my direction is enough for me to give up. Anton is parking in front of the store just as we step out and we rush into the car to avoid blocking the street any longer, then here we are on our way to our next destination west of central LA.

In fact, I'm not sure what else is needed, but the suspense doesn't last as Anton parks in front of a sex shop that seems to be specialized in gay BDSM. What are we going to do here when we already have everything at the club and at home!? Ivan doesn't let me dwell on this as he drags me out of the car and heads toward the discreet entrance.

"Be a good boy and behave as if we were at the Hell Fire," he warns me sternly.

With this tone, I know better than to try and defy him, so as we walk in, I briefly take a glance around the room, which is obviously filled with BDSM accessories, furniture and gear, and lower my head submissively. I can't help a sigh though, and this earns me a painful squeeze of my left buttock just as someone meets us.

"Ivan! What a surprise! And you brought Aaron!" a man whose voice I recognize as Master Jack's greets us.

Dang! I should have guessed it was Jack's shop.

"Hi, Jack," Ivan states, raising my chin to look up as a sign I have his permission to talk.

"Good afternoon, Master Jack," I quickly say, and Ivan lets me drop my head again.

"What can I do for you? Don't you have enough toys at the Hell Fire?" Master Jack chuckles.

My thoughts too...

"I do, but I was wondering if you have new stuff. It's been a while and I'd like to renew some of the stock at the club in the near future."

"Oh, then I'll show you a few things," Master Jack chuckles with a certain smugness that I don't really like. "Good thing you brought your Pet, you'll even be able to test a few items."

Hmm... Can I go and wait in the car with Anton?

In my dreams, yeah... Ivan quickly leads me to a small adjacent room that's filled with a wall counter, some sort of massage table, a punishment bench, two walls of racks holding various torture items and what's not. A shiver runs down my spine as I take in the fair darkness of the room and its dungeon-like atmosphere. Master Jack soon joins us carrying a basket full of items that he lays on the counter.

Over the last year, I believe I have tested pretty much all the instruments at the Hell Fire, perhaps except for a few in the Dungeon Alcove, and although I know other versions of almost all these items, I am surprised to see a few things here that my eyes never met before.

See, Ron? There's always more to learn...

Holy crap... I can easily guess some of their uses, and some of them look quite exciting, but I don't want that huge metal bar hanging from my balls. Ivan already got me to try what he called a humbler, a similar torture device that locks a man's balls and with wings that prevent the Sub from standing up by pulling on his testicles. This is something Doms use when they want to see their Subs crawl on the floor, and trust me, you don't want to try and get up with that on.

"Alright. For convenient purposes, I mostly brought stainless steel items. They're much easier to maintain, clean and sterilize."

"Yeah, I prefer those. Hygiene and safety are my top priorities at the club, so I need things that the staff can clean up easily on a daily basis."

"This," Master Jack says, holding a bar that has a space to lock balls, "is a new creation from Dark Line. It's a wonderful lockable pillory with a ball-stretcher, a pressing plate and spikes. Unless the Dom decides to lower the spiked plate, be sure that the slave won't move an inch without permission. Way to keep them in check and still..."

"Interesting... We have similar ones at the club, but these look better. I might order one for the next Slave Night," Ivan replies thoughtfully while manipulating the torture instrument.

On my side, I sigh with relief when he puts it back on the counter, and in any case, by the next Slave Night, I will have become a Dominant. Ivan then examines a few types of metal ball-stretchers; these are thick metal rings that lock around the skin between the scrotum and the shaft. Some use several of them to stretch the skin and have their nuts hung lower, which can be sexy when it remains reasonable, but I've seen Master Bradley using such rings that were about two or three-inch long, and it was horrible.

Master Jack also displays a variety of new metal cock rings that have magnetic locking systems and which definitely look more comfortable and appealing than the silicone or leather ones we have at the club. There are then several cock and balls torture accessories that make my mini-me turn into a real tiny-me; horrible items with spikes, ball crushers, sets of stainless steel dilator sounds, cum stoppers, ass-locks.

Inevitably, since he's deep into watersports, Master Jack shows a new type of black fluid-proof sheets to protect beds and couches, then what he calls a urinal strap-on. That device is nothing less than a mouth gag with a large reservoir that sticks out and a thick silicone tube that fits inside the mouth, making the receiver helpless and forced to swallow what comes through.

There's a more interesting part with bondage items such as gags, ankle and wrist restraints, spreader bars, and paddles. Throughout the exhibition, Ivan puts a couple of things aside, probably stuff he is interested to buy for the club, but all too soon, I understand that I am completely mistaken here.

"Strip off your clothes by the massage table, Pet," he suddenly orders while looking at some puppy play items that Master Jack presents to him for a potential Puppy Night next year.

"Here...?" I whisper-squeal.

"Unless you prefer the parking lot or the shop window?" he asks sternly.

I know how he hates it when I defy him in front of his fellow Dominants, especially when said Dom is a Sadist, so before I get into trouble, I suppress the sarcastic answers in my head and for the umpteenth time this afternoon, I remove all my clothes and lay the folded stack on a chair.

"I'll buy these two today and then, we'll prepare an order for the Hell Fire. Can you show me how to use them?" Ivan asks.

Fuck that! As if you didn't know how to use them already!

"Sure! This one needs to be put on first, and preferably on a flaccid cock. It'll look great with his frenum piercing. I'll need your pet lying on his back too," Master Jack replies very seriously and I can feel their stare on me.

"As limp as it can be," Ivan states. "Lie down on the table, Pet."

"Wait a second," Master Jack calls out, though. "Are you going to the Hell Fire afterwards?"

"Yes, we are."

"Then you may want to take a leak first, Aaron. You can use the toilets over there," he tells me, nodding at a door on the left side of the room.

Why the hell would I have to do this now? Is this some sort of trick? Are there cameras in the restroom?

I avoid brooding too much over my thoughts and go to empty my bladder in the small stall attached to this room. Once I have wiped the last drop and washed my hands, I return to the other room and sort of reluctantly head back to the articulated table, taking my sweet time to settle comfortably before the backrest is slightly raised to put me in a half-sitting position.

Master Jack also slips a towel beneath my butt and makes me fold and spread my left knee for a better access to my privates as he stands on my right side. My cock is unashamedly flaccid and as he begins to clean it with his gloved hands, it looks like the poor damn thing shrinks even further.

"Are you scared, Cutie?" he smirks, clearly reveling in the way my body is tensing.

"No, Master Jack," I reply with more confidence than I thought I could muster.

"He knows I wouldn't go past his limits, and even if he's not entirely comfortable, he has the mental strength to endure new experiences," Ivan comments in his ever-cold voice.

"Such a shame... It's so much more fun when you get to feel their fear," Master Jack laments. "It won't be anything painful and you just need to relax to make the first part easier."

Sure! Why don't you sit here in my place and try while I give you the same treatment?

I still strive to loosen up a bit while he wipes my privates dry, and as he seizes my limp shaft between his fingers, opening the slit with his index and thumb to drop a fair amount of special lube, memories from the Slave Night resurface. This is exactly how Master Bradley proceeded before he inserted the catheter – and how Ivan also proceeded when he made me try the sounding rods too.

"Put some gloves on, Ivan, and bring me the new ring. Just make sure you coat the bead with more lube."

When I get to see what they're talking about, I almost sigh with relief. What Master Jack earlier called a cum stopper has a small plug that fits inside the urethra with a little ball. It's thin and certainly not as long as the dilator rods, so I'm reassured.

"That alone wouldn't really prevent him from ejaculating or orgasming, but it'll increase his sensations and delay his climax. It's harder for the sperm to stream out while it's in. Note there are risks of retro-ejaculation as well, which isn't super-pleasant at first but not dangerous either. Also, if he's one to generate a lot of precum, lube wouldn't be necessary. Ready?" he then asks me when Ivan hands him the toy.

"Yes, Master Jack."

The Sadist doesn't encounter the slightest difficulty to slip the metal ring around the mushroom head, positioning the ball-shaped hinge on the underside of my penis and against my sensitive frenulum. This isn't as unpleasant as I thought, quite the opposite actually, and it looks really nice. What is incredible, though, is the weird sensation procured by the other ball at the end of the arched plug part that slips inside my urethra. I was expecting a bit of pain or discomfort, but the tingles stemming inside my shaft are delicious and evidence lays in the way my cock quickly swells.

"Feels good, Pet, right?" Ivan purrs. "I know a few Doms who wear those too and I tried something similar once. I know it feels great."

His fingers have replaced Master Jack's around my semi-hard and the stroking quickly makes it a full erection. Damn... I can't believe it feels so good! And knowing that it's not a mere submission toy makes it even better.

"Shall we proceed with the second toy now that he's fully hard?" Master Jack suddenly smirks, interrupting my pleasure as Ivan stops stroking me. "On your hands and knees, Pet," he then orders, and Ivan's scowl compels me to obey. "Oh, there's something in there already!"

"That's fine, I'll remove it," Ivan chuckles and the next second, he retrieves the plug from my ass. "Bend over and rest your forehead on your arms, Pet. And spread those legs further."

Ugh!! I can't spread them more than the table's width, right?

Ivan still makes me set my knees on the edge of each side of the large table, offering them a full exposition of my butthole.

"That ass-lock is almost one and a half pound of stainless steel, so it's heavier than the silicone ones you use at the club. And yet, they're far more comfortable."

Looking between my legs, I get to see the instrument that Master Jack has rested between my ankles. The metal object is made of a five-inch rod with a thick ring on one end and a three-and-a-half-inch insertable length on the opposite end that extends with an over-one-inch diameter ball. I have seen some of these at the club, though they were in silicone, and I know full well where each part will end.

"Here's some lube, Ivan," I hear Master Jack say, "then I'll show you how to secure the ring."

"Thanks," my Master replies as he quickly smears the cold substance all over my pucker and squirts a bit more through the gaping hole.

"It's really easy," Master Jack continues as he takes the toy in his hands, focusing on the cock ring part. "It's magnetic, so you just need to remove that little part here and slip the ring at the base of his cock," he explains. His left hand wraps around the base of my shaft, pulling it backwards between my legs and rather roughly pushing my balls down, before the base of my shaft gets trapped within the ring. "Then you just put the small piece in place."

Dang! That thing weighs a lot, making it almost painful.

"Shh, it's okay, Pet," Master Jack snorts after a small whimper bursts out of my mouth. "Once it's entirely settled, it'll be easier... Ivan, now you just have to slip the ball inside his ass. His anus will hold it in and allow a better comfort. Between the cock ring and the ball feeling like he gets his ass licked and fucked with each step he takes, there's no better way to edge him, and with all this, he won't come anytime soon."

"Perfect... This is just perfect," Ivan purrs as he shoves the ball up my ass. "All good, Pet! You can go back down and dress up," he then adds with a sharp slap on my backside.

I'm tempted to tell him off, but his words from earlier this afternoon flash back in my head.

Your ass is mine to treat it as I want. It's mine to stimulate. It's mine to spank. It's mine to fuck.

Not for much longer, I swear...

While Ivan and Master Jack discuss a potential order of accessories for the club, I get off the table and slowly dress back, cautious to avoid sharp moves that might stimulate my insides. The ass-lock feels a bit more comfortable and weighs less on my erection now that my ring of muscles is holding the ball, but I know that all this stimulation in my rectum, at the base of my shaft and on the tip of my cock is going to make the hell of an edging.

To be honest, I am deeply frustrated. I'm aware that it's a new experience for me but trying the damn things would have been enough. It's not like we haven't practiced edging many times before, and I'm familiar with the feeling now. In the end, I find myself irritated by this new game and when we eventually settle back in the car half an hour later, I am definitely drowning into a sulking mood.

Ivan is busy making calls on our way to the Hell Fire, so at least, I don't get in trouble despite the recurrent sighs I can't contain each time his hand gropes my crotch and fondles my balls through my jeans. Or so I think.

When we reach the club, Ivan thanks his friend for the ride while he grabs our duffle bags from the trunk, as well as two separate meals that Anton fetched from Ivan's favorite deli while we were at the sex shop. The plan was for Anton to bring the car home and we'd take a cab once we're done here, but in the end, he offers to leave the car here and to take a taxi himself. After some quick goodbyes, Ivan firmly grabs my elbow and leads me to the back entrance of the club.

We have barely stepped in that I find myself pinned against the nearest wall, with one hand squeezing my erection and another gripping my jaw.

"That attitude had better stop right away," he seethes. "No sulking. No lack of respect. Perfect behavior. Clear?"

"Yes, Master... but is all this edging necessary?"

"Yes, it is. Shall I remind you that you came all over yourself last weekend?"

Ugh... I didn't need a reminder of that embarrassing moment when my orgasm shot faster than I could contain it while watching two single Subs making out on a dais. Needless to say I had to endure orgasm denial for three days after that.

"Now you get my point."

"But how am I supposed to do my enema with that!?" I grouse, earning a harder squeeze on my erection. "Ngh..."

"Use your head, Pet. You just have to slip the ball out while you clean your ass up and put it back when it's done," he snorts. "No clothes tonight. Just your collar. I want all these beautiful toys exposed for the entire evening. Now you may go to the Subs' room. Meet me in the Hell Fire in an hour max."

With that, he drops a soft kiss on my lips, flicking his tongue over them sensually, and pulls back to let me go.

This is going to be one hell of an evening, I believe.

Published on 26 September 2021

Well, it's been almost a year of submission for Aaron, and it would be high time it ends, so bear with this for just a few more chapters, just so you get to see how his frustration expands while still experiencing a few more things as a Sub, his progressive maturation, as well as how things unfold between Ivan and Aaron. There'll be things you might not like in the next couple chapters, both on Ivan's side and Aaron's side, but don't you worry, it'll all end well :)